Too Used To Being With You

Too used to that certain someone to offer my love to anyone new My excuse for not wanting no one too used to being with you Some other's arms may hold and caress you Some other's lips may burn on my own That's why your eyes are filled with their beauty My heart inside will be crying alone Too used to that certain someone... When you find a true love you treasure Other offers are just the past time You'll find their love just a cheap imitation The love they offer's not real genuine Too used to that certain someone... Too used to being with you